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Hidden Inside Part 2

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This is the last part that was written before I decided to write "Molly" but is also where I chose to take the story in a new direction from the "Staycation" contest story idea. The whole "backstory dump" was in the last part was because of the contest, the next part is will be less backstory and more storyline.

Rosebud** - July 2018 Staycation story contest

Lindsey, or Lyle to his friends and acquaintances, was recently retired and was celebrating his 61st birthday with lunch with two long term friends. It was a fairly low key lunch at a rustic old café in the nearby mountains with a couple of long term friends. Several others of his childhood friends and their spouses, due to work and other commitments, could not attend but had sent gifts and well wishes with Jack and Bill.

The Confession

“Hey, I have something to tell you… I’m sorry I didn’t mention this earlier. I really hope we can still be friends once you know… but if not and if you’re weirded out I can understand...”

“...I think I’m a girl.”

Ian laughed. “God, I thought that you were actually going to say something big there, Allie. You had me going for a little. I was genuinely nervous.”

“...what?”

This was not at all the reaction Allan—Allie to friends—was expecting.

“...uh, maybe you heard me wrong? I, uh, was coming out to you… y’know… as a girl?”

Hidden Inside

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Toby Jones was the town outcast. The unwanted grandson of two retirees, he was left all alone most days allowing him to explore his hometown. When his grandparents win a free trip, he has to move in with his neighbors for the month. What was supposed to be a simple stay at home vacation for him turned into a life altering time for him as he experiences new things that he had always dreamed of.

Soak Up The Sun Chapter 1 “A Change Will Do You Good” (starter)

  I. A Change Would Do You Good

A writer is only content twice in their life: When they first think of an idea and when they receive the check when they complete that book.
Unless they’re writing a series and then it becomes a never-ending Catch-22 of idea begats another idea but it’s needed on page three hundred of book four and not on page ten of the second chapter. That was my life for three years. It was my fault to begin with. I mean, I titled the series “Four Seasons of Love” with the first book called “Autumn Amore”.

Who I Am Chapters 15-19

Miss You

I had several dreams during the night.
Not all of them were nightmares, but they came close as they all revolved around real people in my life. I couldn't recall anything that they said, but it was more of their expressions—the lifeless, dead expressions they had with every face that flashed in my head. My parents, teachers, Karen Anne, Dick, maybe even Elvis, I don’t know…but they all stood along a line that lead to a door and ultimately closed it on me.

“Who I Am” Chapters 11-14

Close to You

Our senior year was difficult for the both of us. From day one, Highland Academy was against us from spending any time together and mom made it a rule that we were to study in the kitchen, den or living room and Michael was not allowed upstairs. Dad was oblivious to the situation as mom told him she caught me smoking in my room—anything to avoid telling him that his son was sexually active.
“Everyone tries it, Elizabeth,” he said one night at dinner.

Who I Am Chapters 1-3

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I don’t want to flood the board with separate chapters of this book so I have decided to break it into sets of three.

This is the. Almost, just about final, version of “Who I Am” and it is the same story as “I Am Rosemary’s Granddaughter” with some heavy editing to the final five chapters.

I am hoping to have it published...one day...after I can get over my fear that something is missing in the narrative.

The Best Damn Thing Section 7: “What the Hell”

What The Hell

I was ordered to move into my sister’s room that very afternoon and I made it my business to make sure everything stayed the way it was when she was there until I was ready to move or throw anything away. Not that I felt like leaving it as a shrine to her. No, it was just she had great taste and had left a lot of her old clothes for me, including something she called “the suit”; which was a skirt, with a long dress shirt and a tie.

The Best Damn Thing Section 6 “When You’re Gone”

When You’re Gone

The fight started in the summer before my freshman year.
It was verbally bloody and nothing was off-limits; no words were barred.

In the blue corner, my sister, who was five months pregnant
In the red corner, my parents; who were not pissed about the pregnancy but more over the fact she had left home for a week and never said where she went.

She told them and they were still angry because she living with a new boyfriend who lived across town; this was not the father of the baby; at least that’s what she told them.

Ring of Zulo

Long ago a magic user of normal skill came across the Medallion of Zulo. Divining its purpose on the first day he studied the item for weeks figuring out every nuance of the mystic item. Using a specially designed box and a ring of the same metal, he was able to link some abilities of the medallion to the ring. Not satisfied he tried several more times to add the full abilities to the ring, but nothing changed. In the end she lost the medallion and surprisingly happy with her new role as a witch.

Unknown number of generations later

The Best Damn Thing Section 5 “Push”

Push

I spent Sunday morning in my bed.

I removed my storm window to break into my room and I then slammed my small dresser against the frame. It did squat to prevent anyone, like, say, John, from actually getting in but it made me feel a little better. However the good vibes vanished in seconds as what happened replayed in my head like a bad cut scene.

The Best Damn Thing Section 4 “Complicated”

Complicated

Seventh grade was a time of extreme ups and downs.

I’m not going to bore with you with my yo-yo-in attitudes as I felt terrified as my voice cracked one day and went like a freaking octave lower. This quasi-baritone like voice (in my opinion) didn’t match up with the rest of me and I hated it.

It was also during this time that my older sister started hanging out with a new set of neighbors down the road. I can’t say I remember her name but unfortunately I can remember her brother, John, too well.

Where did I go Wrong - Again!

The encounter with Carl Delaforge in "Commutation" was a bit depressing so let’s cheer up and revisit the family from “Where did I go wrong?”, only two years later. If you haven’t read that story this will contain spoilers.

I was not feeling very well coming down into the living room that Saturday morning. What I saw there did NOT make me feel any better. The room was a mess! A ridiculously short, and expensive looking, sparkly blue dress on the floor. On the same floor some flimsy lace black thong panties featured prominently. Black 5 inch heel shoes thrown around, one on the floor, the other in an armchair. A bra, that matched the panties in material, color and sexiness, in the other armchair. Stockings, and garter belt draped across the back of the couch. A couch that by all evidence had been used to have wild, wanton sex on. Fortunately I couldn’t see any stains and the used condom had missed the carpet, Who could be responsible for this?

Cheryl? No, she’d never wear five inch heels. Wait, five inch heels? Michael!!!

The Best Damn Thing Section 3 “Girlfriend”

Girlfriend

By the time I was in fifth grade home life was the equivalency of going to a liquor store: go in and get what you need, loiter for as long as the clerk can tolerate you before he shouts in a foreign language and get out.

Stealing a Twinkie or a Pepsi was optional.

Commutation

Usually I write, to quote a Guest Reader, ”short, light and witty tales”. However, every now and then I post a dark story. This is a rather dark story. Actually I think it’s quite dark which is why I have flagged CAUTION above. Please note that there is a reason why.

I never liked driving into town. People acted strangely around me so I usually stayed on my property and put off going as long as I could. Now I really needed the petrol so this morning I went into town. ”Old” Tom at the petrol station wondered why I filled up three jerry cans of petrol. I told him that I was getting old and the new ride-on mower was a gas guzzler. The lawn between the Old House and the lake is huge. So is the Old House. My family built it some 200 years ago. Then we had already owned the land for over a century. Quite a lot of land. Most of it still untouched forests, lakes and mountains. Most people never realized where the border between the National Park and the Delaforge land was. We have always had a very strong bond - the Delaforges and the land.

Vox Populi

My second big mistake was going to school in a skirt the first day after coming back from hospital with a broken bone. It was stupid but it was so much easier a way to deal with the cast.

Of course my first big mistake was to break my leg. I’d have liked to say that I was a victim of unfortunate circumstances or I that I had done something heroic. The simple truth was that I had tried to do something really stupid. I failed. It hurt.

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“Hey squirt!” his father called as he walked by the kitchen, “how was school?”

“Horrible. As usual.” Was Rays disgruntled response as he turned to look at his father.

Jameson frowned, looking up from the newspaper. “I’m sorry to hear that son. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s fine.” Sighed Ray.

He continued towards his room.

“Don’t forget!” Called his father, “report cards came in today. We’ll be discussing them at dinner tonight.”

Back in his room Ray collapsed on his bed. How could he have forgotten? He had been dreading it all week. It was just another chance for him to be compared to his perfect brother and his perfect sister. The two of them were constantly making the honor roll, a list of students who had achieved either a B+ average or better. Something that never happened for Raymond. Inevitably he would be lectured by the whole family tonight.

He knew exactly how the conversation would go. Depending on how poorly he did he may even be grounded for a few weeks. All of his inhibitions and self-loathing came bubbling to the surface. The tears he seemed to have been holding back all day finally overwhelmed him. He laid in bed crying quietly, feeling more trapped then usual.

“Why was I ever even born?”

Family Found Part 16- finale

The finale of this story also beckons the finale of the Winnisimmet Tales stories. As much as I want to continue, I can't. Trying to write more with these characters has gotten too hard and keeping track of the number of characters, their jobs, their children, their parents, their origin stories has become more of a chore than it is worth. I loved the core group and want the best for them, but the passion has gone.

Family Found Part 15

The children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren of Brent and Catherine Finn assemble to meet their newest family member. All of the kids introduced had some mention in "...You Are Cordially Invited To An Epilog" as that was the default epilog for Generation 1 stories.

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Family Found Part 14

Sorry for the one-off drama, but it felt right to catch up with a person who is technically related to them but in no way considers any of them family. If you aren't aware of who she is, check out "Rivals" for her story.

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Family Found Part 13

The story is dwindling down so there are three parts left after this. This is a direct tie-in to the epilog of "...You Are Cordially Invited" so the kids aren't new, just given names to match their short backstory.

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Family Found Part 12

Sorry if the Hugh stuff is boring, I wanted to feature someone who had family but who was overlooked and mistreated by everyone except his parents. It's no as compelling as other stories but I thought best to include something more.

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Family Found Part 11

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Maxwell made for a tough night for Hannah and Pete but thankfully he didn't awaken Matilda and Archie from their slumber. He was fussy in the morning until he heard the girls coming down to eat. It was as if hearing Anne and Elise's voices made him happy, which Hannah could understand since he seemed to like them the most out of anyone.

My UEI (Unknown Entity Intervention) Chapter 2

Chapter 2

My memory of that night was pretty disjointed. I know Jen ordered room service and vaguely remember picking at some food, but for the life of me, I couldn't tell you what it was. I woke up with a full bladder in one of Jen's PJ's. Evidence suggested that I must of taken my clothes off and put on Jen's. My recollection about that was sadly lacking.

My UEI (Unknown Entity Intervention) Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I blinked, trying to get my mind to focus. I blinked again trying to get some information to clear up my confusion. In front of me was a coach seat, so I was obviously sitting on a bus. The fog in my mind cleared a bit. The last thing I remembered was travelling with Jen to a French ski resort. I think I had fallen asleep and had a nightmare. I remember dreaming that the bus hit something in the road and drove off the cliff. Weird.

Family Found Part 7

There's a lot of people at the hearing but the ones who are there but never speak are Christina, Miles, Jenna, George, Ethan, Melinda, Nichole, Joshua, David, Emma, Nigel, Nigel Jr, Karen, the elder Ophelia and Bradford, Reggie, Agnes, Imogen, Layla, Thea, Sienna, Poppy, Clyde, Lloyd, Isabelle, and Dora. Each has been featured in "...You Are Cordially Invited" as well as numerous other Winnisimmet Tales stories. Not included in the list are the multiple Chiselworks branch kids who came in support of their cousin and second cousin.

Family Found Part 6

Special thank you to Sammi for her co-plotting as well as offering major suggestions that this part utilizes.

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Out of all the possible people who could have been Anne's father, to the Smiths the man who sired her was the worst. He was a man who spent years hating everything that Anne was and represented. He would have never even looked at her mother let alone marry her making the whole situation odd.

Touch

He thinks I don’t notice. It’s in his eyes and the stillness of his breath, hidden behind ravenous sex so meek that anyone else might fail to notice. After three years of marriage, and another two of dating on top of that, there’s very little I can’t see.

Family Found Part 4

This is simply some fluff to establish relationships and show how time has passed. The boutique has appeared at least three times before and Sammi hasn't been seen in the story in a while so if you remember her, her namesake, and how a simple stuffed animal is involved in the stories you deserve praise.

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Family Found Part 3

This is set in the year 2037, by coincidence since "Heading East: Mark" all stories have actually been set in the near future. No royals were harmed in the making of this story. Sorry for another TG character, but there simply isn't enough FtM characters depicted in stories. And again, special thanks go to Sammi for helping plot and guide the story's creation.

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Family Found Part 2

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Paige called 999 to get an ambulance as well as the police to respond then stopped Anil before he ran off. Anil looked up at Paige and knew that he wasn't going anywhere, but seeing Elise caused him to try to back away in fear before Paige could ask him anything. Elise was told to go back to the car and stay there, she would handle Anil as Elise was just scaring him and making things worse for the boy.

Book 19: Family Found

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Anil Patel was a neglected and abused child who only wanted a loving family who accepted his true self. Elise Smith wanted her parents to return home so they could be a family again. Paige Smith needed to care for someone but was struggling with being an aunt to an unruly niece, teacher to a group of spoiled students, and savior to a child in need.

All of their issues come to a head, with something greater bringing them together.

Book 19 in the Winnisimmet Tales saga.

The first Next Generation story.

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